How freaky! I got this song stuck in my head last week and actually found this video on youtube. I wonder if this is anything like the boy and the pearl from that Mimi Rogers-goes-to-pergutory movie.
Too. Many. Horses.

I am so sorry for your suffering!
A few years ago there was a bad TV show by the same name, and horses were involved and yet, they didn't use the song. Mocking my daughters' poor taste in tv, I made it a mission to belt out the chorus whenever I walked into the room while they were watching. They never got it.
Dan, you just slay me.

I've been listening to a relatively new oldies station - KMCq (104.5 FM) and this one is in regular rotation. They play a lot of stuff you haven't heard since junior high (if you're a person of a certain generation).

Ever notice there are aren't as many storytelling songs as there were? I'm thinking of Cat in the Cradle, this one, Ode to Billie Joe, etc.
Earworms like this are more contagious than STDs. So, thanks for that Dan.
Nobody is allowed to show this to my partner. I am subjected to more than enough horse-content from the web, thank you very much.
I was never all that crazy about the song. But I know Michael Martin Murphey (he's kind of a regular around these parts), and he's OK.
Oh, Dan. Now you've gone too far. I'm going to have to plant a hateful earworm of my own in retaliation:

"torn between two lovers; feelin' like a fool. lovin' both of you is breakin' all the rules".…
"baby cried the day the circus came to town"
Goddammit people! I haven't even had coffee yet, and you're subjecting me to this first thing in the morning?

Am I going to have to pull out the "Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves" now, just to get you all to stop that incessant humming under your breath?
Hey Fnarf, don't make me smite you with "Season's in the Sun." I swear I'll do it.
I've made up a name for this syndrome. It's a "cheesemare." And no, that's not an intentional play on "mare" vis-a-vis the content of this song.

The real question os - does this seem to happen more with '70s soft-rock and ballad hits than any other genre? Or is that just the Camembert talking/
Those pictures remind me of all the drawings Napoleon Dynamite drew.
Shit, now I've got that song stuck in my head. *sigh*
@12, just try it. I'll nail you right back with "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" -- DUM dum-dum dum dum DUM dum-dum dum dum da DUM da-da DUM da-da DUM DUM.…
What a bunch of assholes.
@ 17 riiiight ?..
i'm going to take my ears back to 'i'm every woman'... the chaka khan version..
hey i LIKE the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald. furreals.
@18 aw, you know that's been on my mind a lot too since Nick Ashford passed the other day. You've given us an earworm to remember him by this morning - thanks.
all i have to say to these comments is...

"midnight at the oasis, send your camel to bed..."
I heard "Having my Baby" this morning.
You take the good, you take the bad you mix it up and there you got the FACTS OF LIFE!

Everybody sing along!!
Are you ready, yes I'm ready, are you ready, yes I'm ready . . .

This is why I keep "Stand" in my back pocket -- for these sorts of emergencies.
Think "Girl From Ipanema" NOW!
Dan, I played the shit out of that album when I was 13.

@11: My little friend, (whose name after all these years escapes me), and I performed this song for show and tell in the third grade at Our Lady of Lourdes grammar school in Salt Lake City. To this day I cannot believe the nuns let us get away with it.

@16: Since The Cure were not yet available to mope by, I loved the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald as a gloomy young teen. So wonderfully dirge like!
I'll also add my vote for the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Driving across the country once, I stopped to look out over the area of Lake Superior where the ship went down. It's a big, big lake, and so cold. The night we arrived in St. John's Nfld, we (boyfriend and I) went to a pub to toast the end of the journey and they played Lightfoot's ballad. We both cried.

I had the great misfortune to hear Seasons in the Sun recently, however. God, what a rank fetid pustule of a song.
My very first concert was Michael Martin Murphey at the Enumclaw Fair... my mom and dad enjoyed the first one of the day so much they dragged us back to see his second show that night. But as a certified horsey girl, I did love this song. There was also a cartoon in the early 80's called Wildfire that, while horse-and-girl-centric, apparently had nothing to do with this song.…
Lollipop, lollipop, oh lolly lolly lolly...

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to...

Goin' to the chapel, and we're gonna get ma-a-a-ried...

There's nothing like fifties cheese to form ineradicable earworms. I tend to use Beethoven's Fifth or Ninth at top volume to drive them out.
(Oh, and I woke up the other day with Down To the River To Pray from O, Brother, Where Art Thou? stuck in my head. Explain THAT.)
@30: Just like so many others from that soundtrack, I love that song. I often catch myself humming "The Big Rock Candy Mountain." Try getting that outta yer head.
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired.
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth.
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say come dance with me
and murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems
At seventeen.


In a little while from now
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it’s like when you’re shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that’s tough
She's stood him up"
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally


You're welcome!

You are not alone Dan. I get serenaded waking up to Brandi (You're a Fine Girl) in my head.

But I like it :)…
Ah yes, the greatest song ever written about the stupidest horse that ever lived. He freaked out and broke out of his stall because of a killing frost? Frost has caused the death of thousands of innocent tomatoes, but I doubt it ever had much effect on horses in barns. Hey Trigger, over-react much? Stupid, stupid horse.
@32, Gilbert O'Sullivan is a wonderful artist and "Alone Again, Naturally" is a wonderful song. Try singing it in a froggy voice.
I just *love* watching you guys pretzle yourselves over this sort of thing! :-)

I am, of course, completely immune... heh.
Wow, haven't heard Wildfire in quite a while. Used to choke me up as a kid. (Could not make it through the video just now, btw.)
Run, Joey, run, Joey, run....
@34, yeah, the killing frost thing...goofy horse. But we lived in a rural area, we were horsie girls, so this was a fave as a kid. Now it just irritates the fuck outta me. Just last month, I'm WAY the fuck up in the Blue Mountains...I can see the wind farm at Dayton from that height. My radio was on 'search' and finding nothing...forgot how loud I had it when all of a sudden...'SHE RAN CALLING WIIIIIIILD FIIIIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" OW! Fuck! Damned horse!
@35, I do the froggy voice quite well right now, I'm sick as a dog (but not a stupid horse afraid of frost that turns nasturtium vines to grey spaghetti)
If I suddenly get, "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" in my head, it's not good. Usually it means we're about to lose a fishing boat. Happens every time. But only if it occurs without having heard the song recently.
Funny Story: when I was 13 living in So Cal, a cousin from Pennsylvania came to live with us. She was a user and shared a bedroom with my nerdy 13 year old self. One evening while withdrawing from smack, she refused to go to bed until they played "wild fire" on the radio she was listening to in our room (keeping me awake). I finally stormed downstairs, dialed the radio station and demanded they put on the song so I could get some sleep and my crazy strung out cousin would turn that damn radio off. They recorded my call, put the song on.

The next morning I got grounded for using bad language that was put on the radio. Apparently my father was also awake at 2pm listening to that same radio station.

Sometimes, you just can't win.

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